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"Even in oblivion, you all shall tremble at the demon that lies beyond..."

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Beaten, betrayed, discriminated against, and then sent into hell. Those were the words that defined Khan's life, if he ever bothered to think about it.

In a cold world where the hearts of people surged in preparation for the next cataclysm that had the potential to wipe out the entire world, who had the time to care for a feeble, golden-haired anomaly with no memories of his first ten years?

Sent away from the orphanage with the mission to end his life, fate was still not satisfied with punishing him enough. 

He found himself in front of a demon god who raised children into killing machines, known to complete every mission irrespective of the danger.

Among a group of madmen, he was the maddest, given the name "The Hollow" due to his unfeeling attitude.

But in essence, all he ever needed was a place he could call home and when his life flashed before his eyes and he awakened his memories, he embarked on that path.

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"My origin might be ten thousand light-years away from Earth, but even if I have to walk on the corpses of a million to reach it, then so be it..."
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But now he won't be walking this dark path alone:

[Congratulations, the Host has successfully fused with the system.]

[Congratulations, Host has awakened The Bio-Nanotech System!]
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A mountain extended into the air, standing at a height of about 100 meters tall.

Above this mountain was a flat top, as if having been sliced off smoothly by a blade, and resting on this top was a ten-meter-tall dojo.

Its gate had the image of the head of a demon, and entering into it, it gave a desolate aura as if having been there since the head of time.

A bloodied young man appeared at the steps as he finally climbed up to the mountain top.

His fair white hands were torn apart badly, an injury obtained from climbing the mountain and holding on tightly to the jagged rocks.

The young man fell face flate as he struggled to his knees, sweat and blood dripping down his head, his golden hair stained with a crimson plater hung tightly to his forehead.

When Your First Thought Is To Flee...